The Interpretation of Dreams

Last night I dreamt in a language that I don't understand. It wasn't that I could speak or comprehend it in my dream, but it was an interminable presence--a white noise of complete sentences, paragraphs, narratives. When I woke up, the French was still ringing in my ears. Freud says that the subconscious stores the stuff of everyday life, even the immediately incomprehensible, and processes it through dreams. It isnt just flotsom and jetsom that turns up but significant clues to the psyche. That can seem a little bit like reading tea leaves, but the process of analysing the dreams is useful in itself in that it can lead to the articulation of thoughts, emotions, and desires. For example, I am certain that my dream is a result of my current feeling of alienation--and yes I mean alienation, with all its significance. There have been times when I relished months away alone, nevermind a paltry week. But the past while has been a busy time and an emotionally intense one, with milestones for cannon-fodder left and right. Part of life must be learning when to be alone and when to be together. And if life is not about achievement but enjoyment, what more precious lesson to be learned?

A few nights ago, I dreamt that all of my teeth were falling out, rolling across the floor like marbles. A man who was a cross between Sarkozy and Kevin Spacey was trying to help me save them. Sometimes a dream is just a dream, and Freud quietly admits that too.